raven haired in Miami, or blonde in New York?

A question of direction.

SO my leg is bunk. Just doesn't work so well in the winter months, when the blood has to work harder to get anywhere. Gravity certainly doesn't seem to help, and as a result I get horrendouse cramping, especially prevalent in my right leg. This usually comes from aching cold, but did happen in February while I was romping in Mexico, due to an over excessive snorkeling session. The problem lies in the circumfrence or diameter of the graft they put to that leg; it just doesn't get enough flow. My hands and my legs turn diabetes purple during the coldest of months.

My living situation is stable as of late, and I can easily disappear for three months to somewhere warmer to make money. The problem is: Health insurance; something that I have worked so hard to get doesn't kick in until February 1st if I stay at this company. Which brings me into March before I can quit to pursue my other endeavors. I need to pay off my college loan (now a staggering $8 grand from the $2625 I borrowed), Get my portfolio together, and hopefully take care of a round of medical ...

In memorial for Kelley Chamblee

The following is what is being read today in a couple hours at Kelley's funeral by her mother from me. I really wanted people to get a chance to see her writing and how powerful our exchanges were. When I feel ready I will post some for some other people who matter.

ALso, please remember to contribute if you can to Arielle's fund, please do. We're at $449 so far. Any little bit helps

I'm sorry I couldn't be here today. Kelley and I weren't often in each other's presence physically, but in our hearts we were always in the same place.

Her charisma was addictive, her personality silly at times, and reserved during those brief periods where she didn't have anything to say. She was a beautiful person who not only could provide the witty repartee to a negative comment, but could write a whole analysis of the situation which made you laugh out loud at how preposterous and cool she was.

Kelley sent me the following mail a year ago: She was talking to a friend of hers at work she replied, "You're such a good person. I don't know why your friends want to hurt you. One day they'll loose you, ...

Arielle

This is the little girl whose future I am trying to help.

Every little bit counts.